Sweet Jesus! His big body coming over hers had made her weak in all the right places. He hadn't put much weight on her, but what he had put on her, had screamed 'you're trapped' and she had been. Wolf had kept her pinned beneath him, impaled on that tapered cock that was designed to bring about quick pleasures (it was those ridges!). He had been incredibly understanding of her. Tried to control himself to make it good for her as well.
There was one point just before he wrenched himself away from her that she got momentarily startled. He'd snarled viciously right by her head, and then he had reared up and pulled away. He shook his body almost like a dog shedding water. It was at that moment that Sara realized he was trying desperately to keep himself under control.
Sara assumed that his orgasm was probably going to turn him rough. She was ready for that. He'd been so good to her, she could return the favour. She felt brave as she sat up, her body trembling. He was breathing heavily, she assumed from his excitement rather than effort. He didn't move until she grabbed his cock with both hands, clenching on his knot. His body turned to stone, and a shrill noise came from him.
"Here," her hands squeezed and she used her shoulder to push him backwards on the big bed, "let me help." He let himself fall, she lost her grip on his dick but it was short lived for she pounced as soon as he stilled. She straddled one of his thick thighs and reared up over
He raised his head to stare at her. She smiled at him before she crawled up his big body. Her knees did not touch the bed on either side of him as she spread her legs. His slippery cock stood tall against her belly. She raised her eyes to his and found herself mesmerized in that yellow gaze. His mandibles were spread and his eyes were wide, his purr was also shriller than she had heard it.
Her skin flushed with heat as she got to her feet, and spread her knees, essentially crouched on top of him. She kept her gaze on him as she grabbed his dick and slowly lowered herself onto it. His purr stopped abruptly, the mandibles clicking against his face as she slid down his length very deliberately. Fuck he was big!
She slapped both her hands against his chest and leaned on him as she tried to take him deeper. His claws had grabbed at the furs and then moved to grab her ankles, she winced. He was holding her a little too tight.
"Stop." She froze on him as he barked at her. He was buried halfway inside of her, his breathing was laboured. "Lose control," he said harshly, struggling with the pronunciation, his deep timbre vibrating his body, "Wolf hurt Sara."
She leaned over him and pushed her open mouth to his chest. He flinched and then purred at her. "You've been good to me, Wolf," she murmured against his scales, lowering herself onto him more. He made a gargling noise, and his jaw clenched shut.
His exotic smell surrounded her on all sides. His claws dug into her leg now, his long fingers encompassing her thigh muscles. She pushed herself down on him more, riding him at a very slow pace. Sara could feel another orgasm building up in her core, he was rubbing her inner walls perfectly. Those ridges and bumps… Christ… His uneven purring, his musk, his- her thoughts shut off as he arched his hips up at the same time she was coming down. Ouch !
Her breath hissed from between her teeth and she stopped moving as she got accustomed to his size. That had been painful… She winced as his claws dug into her muscles and his hips arched below her again. Ouch ! Now that fucking hurt. What was he doing? Didn't he realize she was setting the pace?
"Ow... " she glared at him, leaning forward on her hands to ease the sensation of being full, "That hurt... " she mumbled, blushing as he stared at her intently, those beady eyes drilling a hole in her head.
His hands moved again, to her hips, and a shiver of trepidation crawled down her spine slowly as he dug in. This wasn't what she had in mind… Maybe Sara should have listened… she screamed and doubled over him as he pressed her down on him forcefully. His hips tilted upward and she felt the bulge at the base of his cock pushing against her entrance. Surely he wasn't trying….?
She wasn't given much time to think as he arched beneath her again while pushing her down on his length. "Wolf!" She squeaked, her voice pitched, "please, you're hurting me!" He ignored her completely. His eyes had darkened, still fixated on her though. Sara pushed her legs on the ground, trying to clamber off of him. His claws tightened and cut into her skin. "Wolf! Let me go!" Sara pushed against his chest, trying to work her hips free. He arched below her again, this time he stabbed through her cervix and she found herself screaming as his knot popped into her. "Fuck!"
His mandibles spread and he growled long and low as she fell over his chest. She grimaced and tried to move her hips off of him but something was happening. Sara whimpered as the bulge he had forced inside her began swelling, trapping her against him.
And then he came. She screamed while he growled. She felt the hot liquid pulsing from him, flooding her womb. It kept coming, despite the fact that she was full. Sara pushed against his chest, and was sobbing painfully. Her stomach felt like It was going to explode, she couldn't take any more, and then she felt the liquid leaking from around his knot.
"Please!" She begged, her small hands fisting on his chest, "this hurts! Please stop!"
Wolf was purring beneath her, his scent was heavy in the air. His claws had loosened from her skin, and he wrapped his arms around her back and shoulders, pinning her to him. Her core was on fire, she was sure she was bleeding. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears were escaping regardless. Her breathing was shallow, Sara had realized the heavier the breaths, the more pain was inflicted on her pussy.
Sara was crying quietly against his chest, her entire body shivering. She was soaked from her own sweat, and blood was dripping from the cuts inflicted by his claws. She stopped moving and remained as still as possible on top of him despite the pain she was in. She probably would have succeeded in maintaining a facade of control had Wolf not suddenly sat up, bringing her up with him.
She screamed as his cock was jostled inside her, rubbing at her sensitive walls, his knot pulled at her entrance and she clenched her muscles. "S-stop!" She slapped at his chest.
His purr was deafening as he grabbed her with both arms and got to his feet (she didn't notice him unlatching the chain). Sara sobbed, her hands clutching him in both fear and pain. She couldn't wrap her legs around his thick waist despite trying (oh god this hurt so much!), and the thought of falling and being forcefully ripped off his dick was real.
A clawed hand went under her ass to support her while the other secured her shoulders to him while he walked towards the bathroom. She was howling with every step he took, the motion pulling and pushing at his knot. What the fuck was he doing ?!
It became apparent when he slapped the panel for the hole to fill with water and very gently entered the bath with her still attached to him. The pain subsided a little as he sat down in the lukewarm water. She buried her tear-stained face against a pectoral as he rubbed at her back. He was vibrating beneath her, rubbing gentle circles into her skin.
She had no idea how long they sat in the water. It could have been hours for all she knew. Sara felt it immediately when his knot started deflating and she sighed in relief when it eventually slid out of her, along with all the liquid he had flooded her with. The water was actually soothing and taking away some of the burning pain in her cunt and hips. She felt unnaturally stretched as his cock retreated back into his sheath.
Not a word was said between her and Wolf. Now that it was over, Sara felt foolish, and tears of mortification rolled down her cheeks. He had told her to stop, she hadn't listened. He had told her he was going to hurt her, she hadn't quite understood how bad. Why had she thought it wasn't going to be that bad?
He was rubbing her back gently, purring up a storm. Even now, she thought abysmally, he was trying to comfort her. She closed her eyes and buried her face against him.
A random thought occurred to her as she lay against him. Now that they had slept together, did that make her his sex slave? Her heart was hammering in her chest at the implication. What if he hadn't like it? Would he sell her? She swallowed the dry lump in her throat as she visualized another alien like him not being as gentle with her.
The water was lapping at her shoulders gently, his purr was in her ears and his big hands were massaging her back. She was crying quietly against him when she fell asleep, tear trails on her face a stark contrast to her pale skin.